Habit
It seems as if
I've circled back into the same realm of pleasurable pain
Where my hands are bound to your soul and I ache to surrender
My diluted attempts to walk away, keep me still
I need you...to move me
And take me where you reside Because, in my mind
I've lied
and I've tried
to deny
how good the bad in you feels
Take my mind by the hand and lead it into submission
Control the hidden side of me
That loves to feel this hurt
I should leave if I could
But, what good will it do
when I always come
right back
to you?
Copyright © Nicole Adams | Year Posted 2015
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